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MAMA GATE ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ EOM SEONGHYEON
SEONGHYEON&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. attention, malcolm todd︱seonghyeon calls yn "mama" on his main account and she texts him anyway.
CONTENT! crack fluff social media au nwjns reader flirting hyeon down bad ⊹ ࣪ ˖
BAD IDEA ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ EOM SEONGHYEON
SEONGHYEON&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. sugar talking, sabrina carpenter︱this is a bad idea and they both know it.
CONTENT! late night texts tension katseye reader flirting light angst mixed signals hyeon down bad ⊹ ࣪ ˖
TAGLIST @myen2rude @glitchninx @ilovegojosatoru13 @xirquen @soulskiu @whsipy @dearlyhyeon @iiunique @shhh1233728 @beatbymarzz @jellykitti @haloomicheese @remwon
LONG TIME NO SEE ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ EOM SEONGHYEON
SEONGHYEON&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. earrings, malcolm todd︱seonghyeon and yn see each other again and keep it cute for the cameras. (slow start but trust let it build)
CONTENT! awkward reunion tension mixed signals idol au act normal challenge (failed) yn being chill & hyeon being not ⊹ ࣪ ˖
TAGLIST @myen2rude @glitchninx @ilovegojosatoru13 @xirquen @soulskiu @whsipy @dearlyhyeon @iiunique @shhh1233728 @beatbymarzz @jellykitti @haloomicheese
yn had been perfectly fine all morning. probably because she was busy enough to not think about it.
the music playing in the practice room was low. it was something from yn’s playlist that the girls didn’t even bother fighting her for anymore. katseye’s staff moved around setting up cameras for extra behind content and stuff.
sophia nodded along to whatever the staff was saying near the mirrors. manon and dani were laying on the floor talking, megan and lara were giggling over something on their phones, and yoonchae was kinda zoned out next to yn.
yn sat on the floor with her legs stretched out while she scrolled on her phone.
her hair was pulled into a bun, loose pieces falling around her face that she didn’t feel like fixing. she just pushed her glasses back up her nose as they slipped.
a staff member kneeled in front of her, tucking the strands back in before lightly tugging the bottom of her white top down.
“all good?”
yn hummed and looked back at her phone, but the second the staff walked away, she pushed the top right back up.
daniela snorted. “yn.”
“what?” she asked innocently.
soon, the door opened followed by cortis and a bunch of staff with cameras.
“hi,” martin awkwardly said. he was basically bowing mid walk. once the five boys actually got in line they all said, “hey, we’re cortis.”
they bowed again, even deeper this time like they had practiced it a hundred times.
the girls waved back.
seonghyeon straightened up, his hands falling to his sides as he lifted his head and saw her.
yn was standing a little behind the other girls, still on her phone.
his eyes dropped before he could stop himself and the shoes she was wearing made his chest tighten. they were the isabel marant sneakers he had bought for her.
seonghyeon remembered standing in the store for way too long, facetiming her while she laughed at him for overthinking which pair to pick. now she wore them like it meant nothing. he couldn’t look away, everything even her ear piercings came back to him at once.
he remembered how she grabbed his hand the second she sat down to get them, acting like she wasn’t terrified, then laughing it off after like she didn’t make him kiss the pain away.
his jaw tightened.
she bit down on her bottom lip while listening to whatever martin was saying. her nose scrunched when one of the girls leaned in and whispered something to her.
seonghyeon swallowed, his eyes wandering, trying not to make it obvious, but nothing about this situation was subtle.
he used to touch her without thinking. hands on her waist, tucking her hair behind her ear when she didn’t do it herself.
now he couldn’t even get close.
her hair was messily tied up with pieces falling out all around her face again and she was wearing glasses.
she used to steal his all the time when she was tired, always saying they made her feel smarter. it was stupid that he remembered, but how could he not? she pushed them up her nose now the same way.
“that’s her,” keonho said from next to him.
their eyes met for barely a second before she looked away. their relationship clearly didn’t mean much to her, so why did it feel like everything to him?
yn played with the rings on her fingers, turning toward her members like nothing happened.
“we’ll start with cortis teaching first,” a staff member called.
the boys spread out once the music started to teach the choreo. seonghyeon focused on his movements like it would help but it didn’t because she was still there every time he looked up.
they filmed for a bit. katseye taught the gameboy choreo to martin and keonho. yn demonstrated something and seonghyeon found himself watching from the side.
the two of them used to sneak into empty practice rooms at night when no one else was around, and he immediately stopped the rest of that thought there.
after filming, things got more casual. everyone grabbed their water or coffee while staff talked in the background.
seonghyeon didn’t mean to, but he ended up near her. yn turned and actually met his eyes.
“hi,” she said, her voice kinda raspy like it always was. “it’s been a while.”
she kept the topic light on purpose, but she internally felt like vomiting everywhere. who says “it’s been a while” to the sweet boy they ghosted?
seonghyeon nodded. “yeah…it has.”
he wanted to say more, but didn’t know exactly what that was.
“you guys have been busy,” she added.
“yeah,” he said, “you too.”
she smiled a little.
and then there was an awkward silence between them even though the room was loud. one more second and seonghyeon probably would’ve said something he’d regret, but keonho came up behind him and put an arm over his shoulder.
he introduced himself again to yn and then rambled on about some random shit like how the birds sounded different in la than korea.
definitely nothing personal, but that just made it worse. seonghyeon and yn used to be scarily personal.
yn laughed at something megan said from behind her, turned on her heel, and walked away without looking back.
seonghyeon should’ve just left it alone.
he definitely didn’t later that night.
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HANDS TO MYSELF ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ EOM SEONGHYEON
SEONGHYEON&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. can't keep my hands to myself ⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ゚ give me your all and nothing else
CONTENT! fluff kisses katseye reader skinship light angst tension mixed signals hyeon being down bad secret relationship a liiil awkward lols ⊹ ࣪ ˖
SYNOPSIS seonghyeon knew dating her was never a good idea. not when he was still a trainee, not when she refused to call it anything, and definitely not when he was already way too into her. but he didn’t care because yn was yn. everything about her made sense and she was so impossible to ignore.
it worked for a little, sneaking off late at night when he was in the states, facetiming for hours. it felt real even though she never said it out loud. then she ended it, no explanation just some poorly written text. he had a debut and a whole career to focus on anyway. he didn’t need to be crying over some girl who never even cared.
that logic worked until he was face to face with her again. she looked even better and of course she still did that thing where she looked away first. he thought he’d be over her by now but oh was he so wrong.
TAGLIST comment or let me know somehow if you wanna be on the taglist for this fic series !!
YN PROFILE🪽
GROUP katseye
BIRTHDAY august 1 2009
ZODIAC leo
POSITION ace maknae
BACKGROUND yn was scouted through modeling and honestly just said “why not” and decided to become a trainee. she trained for around two years…she was waaay more shy&observant back then, which eyekons now literally can’t believe??? she was basically good at everything, she learned choreo fast, had an angelic voice, and thanks to modeling she knew alllll her angles for cameras (helped a lot during dream academy) in the end she placed third and debuted as katseye’s baby!
VIBES leo energy! biiiggg tumblr enthusiast, she loves expressing herself through her clothes and secret self produced tracks (not that secret bc she’s the one who leaks them #gag) very unhinged…she sees all the eyekons as her sisssteerrrs…those weverse notifs don’t stop and that’s why everyone is obs w her.
PRE STORY yn is an emotionally avoidant diva! she and seonghyeon had an intense situationship while he was still a trainee…she told all the girls he was just a friend (def didn’t act like it in private) but two weeks before cortis debuted in august, yn started tweaking tf out. she knew by then how brutal dating scandals were, ecsp between idols, and there was noooo way she was risking anything.
unfortunately…….instead of communicating like a normal person, she shut down! canceled all their plans and texted dry. seonghyeon was soooo madly in love w her that he tried to fix it, but she wouldn’t let him, finally hitting him with the “this isn’t gonna work” aaand they were over.
SO YES! she dumped him right before his debut with no closure and they were both miserable!!! (she acted completely unbothered) yaaay <33
HANDS TO MYSELF ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ EOM SEONGHYEON
SEONGHYEON&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. can't keep my hands to myself ⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ゚ give me your all and nothing else
CONTENT! fluff kisses katseye reader skinship light angst tension mixed signals hyeon being down bad secret relationship a liiil awkward lols ⊹ ࣪ ˖
SYNOPSIS seonghyeon knew dating her was never a good idea. not when he was still a trainee, not when she refused to call it anything, and definitely not when he was already way too into her. but he didn’t care because yn was yn. everything about her made sense and she was so impossible to ignore.
it worked for a little, sneaking off late at night when he was in the states, facetiming for hours. it felt real even though she never said it out loud. then she ended it, no explanation just some poorly written text. he had a debut and a whole career to focus on anyway. he didn’t need to be crying over some girl who never even cared.
that logic worked until he was face to face with her again. she looked even better and of course she still did that thing where she looked away first. he thought he’d be over her by now but oh was he so wrong.
TAGLIST comment or let me know somehow if you wanna be on the taglist for this fic series !!
YN PROFILE🪽
GROUP katseye
BIRTHDAY august 1 2009
ZODIAC leo
POSITION ace maknae
BACKGROUND yn was scouted through modeling and honestly just said “why not” and decided to become a trainee. she trained for around two years…she was waaay more shy&observant back then, which eyekons now literally can’t believe??? she was basically good at everything, she learned choreo fast, had an angelic voice, and thanks to modeling she knew alllll her angles for cameras (helped a lot during dream academy) in the end she placed third and debuted as katseye’s baby!
VIBES leo energy! biiiggg tumblr enthusiast, she loves expressing herself through her clothes and secret self produced tracks (not that secret bc she’s the one who leaks them #gag) very unhinged…she sees all the eyekons as her sisssteerrrs…those weverse notifs don’t stop and that’s why everyone is obs w her.
PRE STORY yn is an emotionally avoidant diva! she and seonghyeon had an intense situationship while he was still a trainee…she told all the girls he was just a friend (def didn’t act like it in private) but two weeks before cortis debuted in august, yn started tweaking tf out. she knew by then how brutal dating scandals were, ecsp between idols, and there was noooo way she was risking anything.
unfortunately…….instead of communicating like a normal person, she shut down! canceled all their plans and texted dry. seonghyeon was soooo madly in love w her that he tried to fix it, but she wouldn’t let him, finally hitting him with the “this isn’t gonna work” aaand they were over.
SO YES! she dumped him right before his debut with no closure and they were both miserable!!! (she acted completely unbothered) yaaay <33
HANDS TO MYSELF ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ EOM SEONGHYEON
SEONGHYEON&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. can't keep my hands to myself ⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ゚ give me your all and nothing else
CONTENT! fluff kisses katseye reader skinship light angst tension mixed signals hyeon being down bad secret relationship a liiil awkward lols ⊹ ࣪ ˖
SYNOPSIS seonghyeon knew dating her was never a good idea. not when he was still a trainee, not when she refused to call it anything, and definitely not when he was already way too into her. but he didn’t care because yn was yn. everything about her made sense and she was so impossible to ignore.
it worked for a little, sneaking off late at night when he was in the states, facetiming for hours. it felt real even though she never said it out loud. then she ended it, no explanation just some poorly written text. he had a debut and a whole career to focus on anyway. he didn’t need to be crying over some girl who never even cared.
that logic worked until he was face to face with her again. she looked even better and of course she still did that thing where she looked away first. he thought he’d be over her by now but oh was he so wrong.
YN PROFILE AND PRE STORY!
# 1 LONG TIME NO SEE written
# 2 BAD IDEA written
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LOST PUPPY ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ AHN KEONHO
KEONHO&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. lovefool, the cardigans︱keonho literally runs into a pretty girl and forgets how to act.
CONTENT! meetcute flirty humor loveatfirstsight (for him lols) ⊹ ࣪ ˖
yn loved downtown la in the afternoon when the sun was about to start setting. the air was warm and the streets were full of people who all looked like they had somewhere they needed to be.
she took her usual route to the studio for her outfit fitting. low rise jeans sat on her hips, tiny top, and gold jewelry stack that made noise everytime she moved. her headphones blasted music as she sipped on an iced coffee, completely in her own world.
a little ahead, two boys were trying very hard to not be noticed.
keonho ran a hand through his hair for the millionth time, fixing his sunglasses as he glanced around again. seonghyeon, who was next to him walked casually, fitting the lowkey vibe they were going for way more.
“stop looking around like that,” seonghyeon groaned quietly. “you look crazy.”
“i’m not, bro,” keonho whispered, looking over his shoulder again.
“you’ve looked behind you three times in ten seconds,” seonghyeon said. “we’re in la, relax.”
keonho really tried to relax and enjoy himself, he even started counting his steps, which was definitely not something he did for fun.
and then he saw her.
he felt like he was in a romcom the way everything seemed to slow down. he saw a flash of gold jewelry and blown out hair.
“woah,” was all he could say.
seonghyeon followed his gaze and blinked. “woah,” he agreed.
yn walked straight toward them, looking crazily unbothered like she was on a higher level than everything around her.
she took a slow sip of her coffee and keonho forget how to act like a normal human being.
“don’t,” seonghyeon said immediately, noticing the look on his face.
“i’m not doing anything,” keonho replied way too fast.
“you’re gonna do something.”
“i can’t look at people anymore?”
“that’s not what i said,” seonghyeon shot back.
yn was close enough that keonho could see all the details. the lipgloss, the tan lines, the way her lashes fluttered. she looked unreal.
keonho was too busy obsessing when it happened. yn shifted to avoid someone coming in fast and walked directly into him.
she blinked and took an earbud out. “sorry.”
keonho stared at her intently and for far too long.
“…hi,” he said.
seonghyeon made a small snorting noise from somewhere behind him.
yn titled her head, looking at him curiously. he was definitely attractive and seemed to be important but she couldn’t really tell why.
“hi,” she responded.
keonho’s mind went blank. for someone who was supposed to keep walking and not drool over a pretty girl who had no idea who he was, he was doing a pretty terrible job.
but yn was looking at him and he swore he could see hearts forming around her.
“are you okay?” she said like she found his struggling funny.
he immediately nodded. “yeah! i just…um.”
he fucking forgot words, like the thing he’s been using for almost all seventeen years of his life.
seonghyeon came up next him, trying to save him from total embarrassment even though it was already looking pretty bad. “he’s fine. he just got hit by—“
keonho elbowed him in the ribs.
“by you,” seonghyeon finished anyway and smiled widely.
yn let out a small laugh that was enough to make keonho feel like he accomplished something.
“my bad,” she said, tucking some hair behind her ear. “i wasn’t paying attention.”
“i’m glad you weren’t,” keonho said quickly.
seonghyeon turned his head away so she wouldn’t see him trying not to laugh.
yn’s eyebrows furrowed. “you’re glad i ran into you?”
“yeah,” he rasped out, clearing his throat and repeating more lowly, “i mean…yeah.”
yn didn’t know what the fuck this was, but she kinda liked it. something about him felt different like he wasn’t trying too hard and it made her interested enough to not just scoff and roll her eyes.
she looked at him a little longer, like she was trying to decide something.
keonho felt like he was being judged and didn’t know what to do so he puffed his chest out a little and stood up straighter, like that would somehow help him or something.
“you’re not from here,” she said.
he shook his head. “no.”
“i figured,” yn said, smiling slightly. “you have that lost puppy look.”
“i’m not lost,” he said defensively.
she just hummed in response and he laughed.
seonghyeon watched the entire thing like he was witnessing some world changing history. he leaned into keonho and whispered, “if you don’t ask her, i’m going to.”
keonho froze.
yn looked down at her phone, checking the time. “shit, i really have to go, i’m late.”
“wait,” he quickly said.
she looked back up at him.
his heart was pounding so loud he was sure she could hear it.
“can i get your number?”
she blinked, not expecting that at all.
keonho thought he fucked up, but then yn smiled, and he felt his knees go weak.
“cute,” she said.
“what?” he blinked, he needed her to say it again to make sure he didn’t imagine it.
seonghyeon scoffed quietly like he couldn’t believe keonho had managed this.
she hesitated then reached out and held her phone to him. “here.”
keonho held his breath while typing in his number carefully, there was no way he would mess this up.
“keonho,” she read the name as he typed it.
“yeah.”
he knew he’d be thinking about the way she said his name for the next week straight.
she took her phone back, putting her headphones back in. “i’ll text you.”
“please do,” he breathlessly said.
yn couldn’t help but laugh, she gave him one last look before brushing past him and disappearing into the crowd.
keonho didn’t move, he just stood there silently and stared straight ahead.
“you’re actually insane,” seonghyeon finally said.
keonho didn’t respond.
he was still staring at the spot she stood.
“…she’s gonna text me,” he said, like he was trying to convince himself this was real.
seonghyeon shook his head. “sure she is."

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LOST PUPPY ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ AHN KEONHO
KEONHO&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. lovefool, the cardigans︱keonho literally runs into a pretty girl and forgets how to act.
CONTENT! meetcute flirty humor loveatfirstsight (for him lols) ⊹ ࣪ ˖
yn loved downtown la in the afternoon when the sun was about to start setting. the air was warm and the streets were full of people who all looked like they had somewhere they needed to be.
she took her usual route to the studio for her outfit fitting. low rise jeans sat on her hips, tiny top, and gold jewelry stack that made noise everytime she moved. her headphones blasted music as she sipped on an iced coffee, completely in her own world.
a little ahead, two boys were trying very hard to not be noticed.
keonho ran a hand through his hair for the millionth time, fixing his sunglasses as he glanced around again. seonghyeon, who was next to him walked casually, fitting the lowkey vibe they were going for way more.
“stop looking around like that,” seonghyeon groaned quietly. “you look crazy.”
“i’m not, bro,” keonho whispered, looking over his shoulder again.
“you’ve looked behind you three times in ten seconds,” seonghyeon said. “we’re in la, relax.”
keonho really tried to relax and enjoy himself, he even started counting his steps, which was definitely not something he did for fun.
and then he saw her.
he felt like he was in a romcom the way everything seemed to slow down. he saw a flash of gold jewelry and blown out hair.
“woah,” was all he could say.
seonghyeon followed his gaze and blinked. “woah,” he agreed.
yn walked straight toward them, looking crazily unbothered like she was on a higher level than everything around her.
she took a slow sip of her coffee and keonho forget how to act like a normal human being.
“don’t,” seonghyeon said immediately, noticing the look on his face.
“i’m not doing anything,” keonho replied way too fast.
“you’re gonna do something.”
“i can’t look at people anymore?”
“that’s not what i said,” seonghyeon shot back.
yn was close enough that keonho could see all the details. the lipgloss, the tan lines, the way her lashes fluttered. she looked unreal.
keonho was too busy obsessing when it happened. yn shifted to avoid someone coming in fast and walked directly into him.
she blinked and took an earbud out. “sorry.”
keonho stared at her intently and for far too long.
“…hi,” he said.
seonghyeon made a small snorting noise from somewhere behind him.
yn titled her head, looking at him curiously. he was definitely attractive and seemed to be important but she couldn’t really tell why.
“hi,” she responded.
keonho’s mind went blank. for someone who was supposed to keep walking and not drool over a pretty girl who had no idea who he was, he was doing a pretty terrible job.
but yn was looking at him and he swore he could see hearts forming around her.
“are you okay?” she said like she found his struggling funny.
he immediately nodded. “yeah! i just…um.”
he fucking forgot words, like the thing he’s been using for almost all seventeen years of his life.
seonghyeon came up next him, trying to save him from total embarrassment even though it was already looking pretty bad. “he’s fine. he just got hit by—“
keonho elbowed him in the ribs.
“by you,” seonghyeon finished anyway and smiled widely.
yn let out a small laugh that was enough to make keonho feel like he accomplished something.
“my bad,” she said, tucking some hair behind her ear. “i wasn’t paying attention.”
“i’m glad you weren’t,” keonho said quickly.
seonghyeon turned his head away so she wouldn’t see him trying not to laugh.
yn’s eyebrows furrowed. “you’re glad i ran into you?”
“yeah,” he rasped out, clearing his throat and repeating more lowly, “i mean…yeah.”
yn didn’t know what the fuck this was, but she kinda liked it. something about him felt different like he wasn’t trying too hard and it made her interested enough to not just scoff and roll her eyes.
she looked at him a little longer, like she was trying to decide something.
keonho felt like he was being judged and didn’t know what to do so he puffed his chest out a little and stood up straighter, like that would somehow help him or something.
“you’re not from here,” she said.
he shook his head. “no.”
“i figured,” yn said, smiling slightly. “you have that lost puppy look.”
“i’m not lost,” he said defensively.
she just hummed in response and he laughed.
seonghyeon watched the entire thing like he was witnessing some world changing history. he leaned into keonho and whispered, “if you don’t ask her, i’m going to.”
keonho froze.
yn looked down at her phone, checking the time. “shit, i really have to go, i’m late.”
“wait,” he quickly said.
she looked back up at him.
his heart was pounding so loud he was sure she could hear it.
“can i get your number?”
she blinked, not expecting that at all.
keonho thought he fucked up, but then yn smiled, and he felt his knees go weak.
“cute,” she said.
“what?” he blinked, he needed her to say it again to make sure he didn’t imagine it.
seonghyeon scoffed quietly like he couldn’t believe keonho had managed this.
she hesitated then reached out and held her phone to him. “here.”
keonho held his breath while typing in his number carefully, there was no way he would mess this up.
“keonho,” she read the name as he typed it.
“yeah.”
he knew he’d be thinking about the way she said his name for the next week straight.
she took her phone back, putting her headphones back in. “i’ll text you.”
“please do,” he breathlessly said.
yn couldn’t help but laugh, she gave him one last look before brushing past him and disappearing into the crowd.
keonho didn’t move, he just stood there silently and stared straight ahead.
“you’re actually insane,” seonghyeon finally said.
keonho didn’t respond.
he was still staring at the spot she stood.
“…she’s gonna text me,” he said, like he was trying to convince himself this was real.
seonghyeon shook his head. “sure she is."
STOP TALKING ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ MARTIN EDWARDS
MARTIN&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. fashion killa, asap rocky︱martin is down bad for his stylist and everyone knows. (i really like this fic)
CONTENT! fluff kisses banter idol&stylist ⊹ ࣪ ˖
the studio was pretty much silent, which never happened when cortis had an outfit fitting. yn rustled through the racks of clothes all around the room.
she moved in front of the long mirror, smoothing out some wrinkles in a jacket. the hot pink baby tee she wore raised revealing the curve of her toned stomach as damp curls fell over her shoulders.
the door opened behind her, but she didn’t even have to turn, she knew exactly who it was.
“do you schedule my fittings last on purpose or something?” martin’s voice said from the doorway.
yn glanced at him through the mirror.
martin leaned on the doorframe, he had on basic blue jeans and a white tank top, but still looked like he was ready for a magazine shoot. his eyes fell on yn.
“you were twenty minutes late,” she huffed.
“sooo, basically on time.”
she finally turned and crossed her arms. “for you.”
martin grinned.
he pushed his tall body away from the door and walked closer, keeping his eyes on yn the whole time. the rest of the group had always made fun of martin’s big crush on their stylist, but they could understand it, all admitting she was crazy pretty.
yn pretended not to notice how he was looking at her, she picked up the jacket she was eyeing before and held it up to his chest, trying to focus on her job.
“arms up.”
martin lifted them immediately, staring down at her still.
“stop it,” yn said.
“sorry. you’re just extra distracting today.”
she snorted, stepping away to look at the outfit. “martin, i’m wearing a shirt and jeans.”
“yeah but it’s you wearing it.”
she rolled her eyes, trying to hide her small smile, but he saw it like he always did.
martin stepped closer until he was right in front of yn while she looked for a pin on the table. he was close enough to see the tiny birthmarks on her neck, and his gaze drifted down until it landed on the small script tattoo on her hipbone that read princess.
“princess,” he mumbled softly.
yn froze before also looking down. his hand slowly reached out, tracing the tattoo on her hip.
she felt her breath hitch. “you’re not supposed to touch the stylist,” she said, trying her hardest to sound like this wasn’t affecting her.
“if the stylist is flirting back you can,” martin responded.
she scoffed. “literally when have i ever flirted with you?”
“right now.”
yn was in the middle of stepping back but he gently pulled her in again by one of the belt loops on her jeans. now their bodies were way closer than before.
she narrowed her eyes at him.
“i’m desperate, yn,” martin said.
“i can tell, babe,” she laughed in his face.
he smiled and leaned in, her teasing only made him like her more. yn moved out of his hold by twisting to the side to grab a hanger from a nearby by rack.
martin watched her dodge away. “you always run.”
“i’m working.” she shrugged.
“you’ve been working around me for six months.”
yn took a shirt off the hanger and turned back toward the persistent boy.
“have you ever thought that i just don’t want you?”
“ouch.” martin held a hand dramatically to his chest.
he slowly stepped closer again and yn didn’t move away. they were so close that the room felt way smaller and the energy between them shifted.
martin studied her face like he was trying to find something.
“can i try something?” he asked more quietly than usual.
she squinted up at him. “that sounds really suspicious.”
“just trust me.”
“even more suspicious.”
he laughed under his breath as his hand found the belt loop of her jeans again, tugging her a little closer until their bodies brushed.
yn didn’t even try to pull herself away this time.
his thumb brushed over the tattoo on her hip again, but this time way more slower.
“i’ve been wanting to do this forever,” he mumbled lowly.
“touch my tattoo?”
his eyes met hers. “to kiss you.”
yn’s heart felt like it was doing backflips so obviously she did what she always did, leaned forward like she was about to kiss him, then moved sideways at the last second.
martin groaned. “c’mon.”
she grinned, walking backwards, but he just reached out again and pulled her back toward him by the wrist.
yn looked at him for real, there was something so warm in his face that made her chest feel tight and she exhaled slowly.
“you don’t give up, do you?”
“no.”
she shook her head, finally giving in. “fine.”
martin blinked. “fine what?”
yn stepped forward so their faces were inches apart and their lips brushed.
“god, just stop talking,” she whispered and then kissed him.
it was soft and shy at first like she was testing it. martin froze for a second because this moment had been replaying in his head for months and it was actually finally happening.
his hand fell to her waist as he pulled her closer, wanting her as close as possible. they both tilted their heads to deepen the kiss. martin couldn’t help but smile against her soft lips, he couldn’t believe she actually let him kiss her.
yn pulled back for air, martin’s eyes were clouded with pure happiness.
“i knew it,” he panted.
she furrowed her eyebrows, also out of breath. “what?”
“you do like me.”
“don’t get used to this.” she tried to hide her smile but it didn’t work at all.
martin leaned down and pressed another quick kiss to her lips. “you’re really bad at pretending you don’t like me, yn.”
STOP TALKING ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ MARTIN EDWARDS
MARTIN&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. fashion killa, asap rocky︱martin is down bad for his stylist and everyone knows. (i really like this fic)
CONTENT! fluff kisses banter idol&stylist ⊹ ࣪ ˖
the studio was pretty much silent, which never happened when cortis had an outfit fitting. yn rustled through the racks of clothes all around the room.
she moved in front of the long mirror, smoothing out some wrinkles in a jacket. the hot pink baby tee she wore raised revealing the curve of her toned stomach as damp curls fell over her shoulders.
the door opened behind her, but she didn’t even have to turn, she knew exactly who it was.
“do you schedule my fittings last on purpose or something?” martin’s voice said from the doorway.
yn glanced at him through the mirror.
martin leaned on the doorframe, he had on basic blue jeans and a white tank top, but still looked like he was ready for a magazine shoot. his eyes fell on yn.
“you were twenty minutes late,” she huffed.
“sooo, basically on time.”
she finally turned and crossed her arms. “for you.”
martin grinned.
he pushed his tall body away from the door and walked closer, keeping his eyes on yn the whole time. the rest of the group had always made fun of martin’s big crush on their stylist, but they could understand it, all admitting she was crazy pretty.
yn pretended not to notice how he was looking at her, she picked up the jacket she was eyeing before and held it up to his chest, trying to focus on her job.
“arms up.”
martin lifted them immediately, staring down at her still.
“stop it,” yn said.
“sorry. you’re just extra distracting today.”
she snorted, stepping away to look at the outfit. “martin, i’m wearing a shirt and jeans.”
“yeah but it’s you wearing it.”
she rolled her eyes, trying to hide her small smile, but he saw it like he always did.
martin stepped closer until he was right in front of yn while she looked for a pin on the table. he was close enough to see the tiny birthmarks on her neck, and his gaze drifted down until it landed on the small script tattoo on her hipbone that read princess.
“princess,” he mumbled softly.
yn froze before also looking down. his hand slowly reached out, tracing the tattoo on her hip.
she felt her breath hitch. “you’re not supposed to touch the stylist,” she said, trying her hardest to sound like this wasn’t affecting her.
“if the stylist is flirting back you can,” martin responded.
she scoffed. “literally when have i ever flirted with you?”
“right now.”
yn was in the middle of stepping back but he gently pulled her in again by one of the belt loops on her jeans. now their bodies were way closer than before.
she narrowed her eyes at him.
“i’m desperate, yn,” martin said.
“i can tell, babe,” she laughed in his face.
he smiled and leaned in, her teasing only made him like her more. yn moved out of his hold by twisting to the side to grab a hanger from a nearby by rack.
martin watched her dodge away. “you always run.”
“i’m working.” she shrugged.
“you’ve been working around me for six months.”
yn took a shirt off the hanger and turned back toward the persistent boy.
“have you ever thought that i just don’t want you?”
“ouch.” martin held a hand dramatically to his chest.
he slowly stepped closer again and yn didn’t move away. they were so close that the room felt way smaller and the energy between them shifted.
martin studied her face like he was trying to find something.
“can i try something?” he asked more quietly than usual.
she squinted up at him. “that sounds really suspicious.”
“just trust me.”
“even more suspicious.”
he laughed under his breath as his hand found the belt loop of her jeans again, tugging her a little closer until their bodies brushed.
yn didn’t even try to pull herself away this time.
his thumb brushed over the tattoo on her hip again, but this time way more slower.
“i’ve been wanting to do this forever,” he mumbled lowly.
“touch my tattoo?”
his eyes met hers. “to kiss you.”
yn’s heart felt like it was doing backflips so obviously she did what she always did, leaned forward like she was about to kiss him, then moved sideways at the last second.
martin groaned. “c’mon.”
she grinned, walking backwards, but he just reached out again and pulled her back toward him by the wrist.
yn looked at him for real, there was something so warm in his face that made her chest feel tight and she exhaled slowly.
“you don’t give up, do you?”
“no.”
she shook her head, finally giving in. “fine.”
martin blinked. “fine what?”
yn stepped forward so their faces were inches apart and their lips brushed.
“god, just stop talking,” she whispered and then kissed him.
it was soft and shy at first like she was testing it. martin froze for a second because this moment had been replaying in his head for months and it was actually finally happening.
his hand fell to her waist as he pulled her closer, wanting her as close as possible. they both tilted their heads to deepen the kiss. martin couldn’t help but smile against her soft lips, he couldn’t believe she actually let him kiss her.
yn pulled back for air, martin’s eyes were clouded with pure happiness.
“i knew it,” he panted.
she furrowed her eyebrows, also out of breath. “what?”
“you do like me.”
“don’t get used to this.” she tried to hide her smile but it didn’t work at all.
martin leaned down and pressed another quick kiss to her lips. “you’re really bad at pretending you don’t like me, yn.”
INTERNET ANGEL ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ ZHAO YUFAN
BOYF!JAMES&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. agora hills, doja cat︱james isn’t handling his model girlfriend’s new photos very well.
CONTENT! fluff skinship est relationship ⊹ ࣪ ˖
yn was so grateful the week was finally over. she had fittings for a show, an interview with some fashion magazine, a charity event in hollywood, and a flight to and from new york in between it all.
tonight was her nothing night. she just showered, hair still damp and sticking to her skin, and did her skincare.
she had absentmindedly thrown on james hoodie and her favorite pair of victoria’s secret boyshorts. the bottom of the sweatshirt brushed her bare thighs as she walked into her apartment’s living room, the collar falling slightly off one shoulder.
her phone buzzed in her hand, like a lot. there were notifications from instagram, messages, tiktok.
yn frowned lightly and opened instagram, reminding herself she was an online figure and had no reason to freak out.
it was just a brand shoot. the company said they’d post the pictures sometime this week but she hadn’t realized it would be tonight. she eagerly clicked on the tagged post.
yn wore a soft pink bra covered in tiny white hearts, long dark hair fell over her shoulders, a small pink clip holding one side back, and she stared pretty suggestively at the camera.
behind her were fluffy white wings, angels were the theme of the shoot, and it had been fun for the most part minus the overstimulation she felt towards the end.
she hummed to herself while scrolling through the pictures, for being her own worst critic, they were actually really good.
yn dropped her phone beside her and pulled her knees up under the hoodie, her stomach growling as her mind wandered like it always did to james.
he texted earlier from an interview. cortis had flown to la three days ago for their collab with the nba, something about a halftime performance and promo shit. it was a pretty big deal for them and because of that, she barely saw him.
they had only managed one dinner since he got here and it barely lasted thirty minutes before he had to leave again. long distance was weird, when he was in korea she missed him and even when he was in la she still did.
yn’s phone buzzed again from next to her. the post was blowing up fast, she was reading through the comments when a knock came at the door.
“finally.”
she jumped off the couch. the pizza she ordered twenty minutes ago was here and she was more than ready to spend the rest of the night eating and watching tv.
she walked across the apartment barefoot, brushing some hair from her face but not bothering to check the mirror.
it definitely wasn’t the pizza guy. unless her boyfriend had secretly decided to change jobs or something.
james was standing there in the hallway like he’d just sprinted downtown.
his black hat was shoved over his messy hair, shirt tight against his defined chest, cheeks lightly flushed and breathing way heavier than normal.
“james?”
his eyes were already all over her. starting with her face, then her wet hair, and finally his hoodie that completely covered her.
“baby,” he groaned, dragging a hand down his face.
“oh my god,” yn snorted. “hi to you too!”
he stepped closer, looking even more intrigued. yn could never understand how he still got all riled up by her like they weren’t already in a whole relationship.
“did you just shower?”
“yep.”
“and you’re wearing my hoodie?”
yn crossed her arms. “mhm.”
he leaned one shoulder against the doorframe like he needed help to stand, still staring at his girlfriend like she was the only thing in the building.
“you’re driving me insane.”
“what?”
he ran a hand through his hair, looking very frustrated.
“those pictures.”
yn laughed again right in his face, he truly astounded her sometimes with his passion or whatever you wanted to call it.
“james—”
“no seriously,” he cut her off, pointing at the phone in her hand. “i even had to hear about it from everyone in the group chat.”
“what group chat?”
“the guys.”
he dropped his bag by the door and entered yn’s apartment like he lived there too.
“martin sent the post,” he said. “then all of them started to piss me off. like why was keonho spamming heart eye emojis?”
“i don’t know,” yn bit her bottom lip. “sounds like you’ve got some competition, babe.”
james turned back toward her and stopped again.
because she was still standing there in the doorway with damp hair, bare legs, his hoodie hanging off her shoulder, looking like everything he’d ever pathetically hoped and dreamed of.
he stepped closer.
“i saw the photos and then everyone started talking about them and i just…needed to see you, yn.”
yn felt her cheeks flush as a warm feeling spread through her chest, she couldn’t deny the fact that james still made her feel giddy too.
“so you came all the way here because of some pretty pictures of your girlfriend?”
he looked at her like the answer was obvious. “yes?”
“so ridiculous.”
his hand slipped under the hoodie, pulling yn in closer by the waist, he brushed a piece of hair away from her cheek.
“do you know how insane it makes me when you wear my stuff?”
their faces were mere inches apart now. yn felt her lips brush his as she gazed up at him through her lashes.
“i like when you're insane.”
yn reached up to tangle her fingers through his hair when another loud knock came.
“pizza!”
“yay,” james deadpanned, clearly annoyed about the interruption and loss of affection.
she laughed and grabbed the box from the delivery guy before closing the door again. when she spun back around on her heel, james was still watching her with the same soft face.
“what?” yn whined.
he shook his head slowly as she opened the pizza box and handed him a slice.
“super romantic friday night dinner.”
he took the pizza but didn’t eat it, instead he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“i missed you,” he said.
“you saw me two days ago.”
“it wasn’t enough.”
yn smiled as james lifted a hand to her jaw, they were all up in each others personal space again.
“hi,” she whispered.
“hi.”
NOT DATING ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ EOM SEONGHYEON
SEONGHYEON&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. distant lover, marvin gaye︱seonghyeon is lovesick over kiiikiii’s sweetheart, y/n.
CONTENT! fluff kisses skinship light angst ⊹ ࣪ ˖
yn was supposed to meet the other members of kiiikiii two minutes ago, but instead of stressing over being a little late, she scrolled through her phone as she stepped into the building.
her hair messily tied up, curls brushing her cheeks as she walked, pink baby tee soft against her skin.
the plan was pretty simple, film content and check in with the manager. except it was never simple when he was in the building.
she felt a light hand on her wrist, she slowly turned around and blinked, definitely not surprised to see him.
“come here,” seonghyeon mumbled, pulling her behind him.
yn rolled her eyes but let him, she always did. she took a sip from her matcha like getting dragged into an empty practice room by a boy was a daily thing or something.
the door shut behind them.
“it’s been three days,” he said lowly as he stared at her like he’d forgotten what she looked like.
yn took out her headphones. “hi to you too.”
she purposely took another sip of her matcha, not breaking eye contact. he looked tired, his hoodie sleeves were kinda pushed up and his hair was falling in front of his eyes. she almost snorted because of how much he looked like a sad puppy.
“you didn’t text back last night,” he added.
yn shrugged. “i was busy.”
“yeah, busy ignoring me.” his jaw tightened.
“also,” she reached up and flicked his hair away from his eyes. “we’re not dating. remember?”
he responded with no hesitation, “i don’t care.”
yn sighed and took a step back, but seonghyeon immediately stepped closer. her back hit the cold mirror, they were close enough so she could smell his shampoo and see the bags under his eyes.
“you know the rules,” she said. “i don’t wanna risk anything, seonghyeon.”
he quickly looked away and ran a hand through his hair. when he looked back down at her there was something needy in his expression.
“i missed you,” he admitted.
yn’s chest tightened, but she just scoffed. “you saw me last week.”
“that’s not enough, yn!”
he stepped closer before she could respond and kissed her. their noses slightly bumped and she felt him smiling against her lips, his thumb circling just above where her gray sweatpants sat low on her hips.
she breathlessly pulled back once she remembered where they were and pressed a finger to his lips.
“you look good,” he said against her finger, brushing away a curl by her cheek.
she swallowed, the more he flirted the weaker she got. her finger fell from his lips which curved into a small smile.
“can we hang out tonight,” he begged. “please.”
she snorted. “you’re desperate.”
“for you.”
yn looked away, biting her bottom lip. she was good at keeping her guard up and pretending she didn’t care, but seonghyeon always got to her.
“we shouldn’t,” she said. “you know that.”
“hasn’t stopped us before.”
yn sighed. she really did care about the company’s rules and her worst nightmare would be to get in any sort of trouble, the media had always terrified her.
she softly pushed him back, but his hands just found their place on her waist again.
“hands,” she warned.
“sorry.” he grinned and didn’t move them. “i just want to see you, yn.”
she stared at him. at the way his eyes were soft as he stared back at her and the way he looked like he needed her.
yn exhaled a shaky breath.
“fine,” she said. “but you’re buying food.”
his face lit up as a boyish smile took over all of his features.
“really?”
“it’s not a big deal.”
and for a girl who swore they weren’t anything, she still let him pull her back into a kiss, just to shut him up though. she was a confused mess and if she wasn’t late before, she definitely was now.

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MOTIVATION ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ MARTIN EDWARDS
BOYF!MARTIN&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆ your boyfriend needs some motivation.
🎧 ┊ fluff kisses petnames skinship ⊹ ࣪ ˖
the studio was dimly lit, smelt of warm cables, and was definitely one of yn’s favorite places. she was sprawled across the small couch, black baby tee hanging loose against her ribs, low rise sweats pooling around her hips.
martin paced.
he was visibly frustrated, his fingers brushing through his hair, tugging on his hoodie, then dropping to his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them. every couple seconds, he glared toward the mic stand and huffed.
“it sounds wrong,” he muttered.
yn tilted her head. “wrong how?”
“just…” he gestured by holding a palm up, “boring.”
she softly hummed, eyes moving from him to the crumbled lyric sheet on the desk. he got like this pretty often, all riled up when things didn’t work immediately.
he stopped pacing when he realized she was smiling.
“…what?” he asked.
yn pushed herself off the couch, slowly walking towards him, dramatically flipping some hair off her shoulder. she stopped right infront of him, close enough to feel the warmth of his body.
“nothing,” she sighed innocently, “you just look really tense right now.”
he scoffed, “i’m serious, yn.”
“i know,” she said, reaching up, and placing a hand on his jaw, thumb caressing his cheek. “that’s why it’s cute.”
he went incredibly still, like his brain short-circuited.
“you’re not helping,” he said, his soft voice betraying him.
“oh, i think i am.” she leaned in, smirking. “you just won’t give into my methods.”
his eyes fell down to her lips as he swallowed. “your methods usually distract me.”
“exactly.”
he let out a shaky exhale while smiling. “i can’t write when you do this.”
“oh, yeah?” she teased, batting her lashes. “and what exactly am i doing?”
she slowly went onto her toes, head tilting as she leaned in dangerously close to his face. her hand slipped onto his chest. she could feel how fast his heart was beating. she usually could.
he swallowed. “you know.”
she grinned wider. “say it, baby.”
he groaned. “you’re being…you.”
she laughed, and he looked at her like the sound could cure him from any frustration.
“martin,” she rasped. “come here.”
she tugged him toward the couch, pushing him onto the soft cushion, and he just let her. yn settled onto his lap, legs on either side of him. his hands found their familiar place on her waist, thumbs brushing the warm skin under the hem of her tee.
“you don’t have to force it,” she murmured. “you always do that when you think nothing will come.”
he stiffened. “i don’t do that.”
she furrowed her brows. “martin.”
“fine,” he admitted quietly. “maybe i do.”
she melted into him. “you’re allowed to have off days. even rockstars.”
he snorted. “don’t call me that.”
“why not?” she said. “you are one.”
he looked at her so closely you’d think he was trying to count all the light freckles on her cheeks.
“you make me wanna be better,” he finally spoke.
yn cupped his face with both hands, thumbs warm against his jaw. “baby,” she said softly. “you’re the best.”
his eye flickered and she couldn’t help but kiss him.
martin immediately leaned in, tilting his head slightly as yn’s fingers tangled in his hair. his hands tightened on her waist, pulling her in until her body was flush against his.
when she breathlessly pulled away, he followed her mouth, wanting more.
she smiled. “see?”
“see what?” he breathed, opening his clouded eyes.
“motivation,” she said.
he laughed, forehead dropping to her shoulder. “you’re evil.”
“mm. but sooo effective, though.”
he pressed a kiss to her collarbone, then another to her neck. “i don’t know what i did to deserve you.”
she shrugged. “being super cool and sexy.”
he looked up at her again. obsessed didn’t even begin to explain what he felt for yn.
HI, BABY ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ AHN KEONHO
BOYF!KEONHO&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆ your boyfriend misses you too much and surprises you.
🪽 ┊ fluff petnames skinship ⊹ ࣪ ˖
yn was on the verge of tears.
she at first got to the recording studio in the mid afternoon, curls still damp and smelling of citrus shampoo, keonho’s hoodie covering her, and iced coffee clutched in her hand.
she huffed as she saw the time illuminated on her phone now. ten pm. yn had been doing vocals for what felt like forever.
newjeans’ comeback was close, at least closer than anyone outside the company realized.
she leaned back against the studio couch while the producer replayed the section she’d just sung. her eyes fluttered shut under the harsh lights, a few curls clung to her cheeks.
“one more?” the producer asked gently.
yn nodded, even though she wasn’t sure she could even stand from the soft cushions.
she slipped the headphones back over her ears. her reflection in the glass looked way more put together than she felt.
and then she sung her part in the outro because that was her job, and she loved it. she was the youngest of newjeans and always felt she had something to prove.
the producer smiled. “amazing, yn. we got it.”
yn sighed out of satisfaction. outside the booth, minji immediately handed yn a water bottle, hanni grinned, she was pretty sure dani was half-asleep, leaning on a zoned out haerin’s shoulder, and hyein hummed along to whatever was blasting in her headphones.
“you survived,” minji snorted, poking yn’s hip.
“barely,” yn rasped out.
the girls warily left the recording studio, as yn tugged on her hood and pulled the strings tightly, she was sure this was the most exhausted she’d ever felt.
she didn’t even glance at her phone, which was crazy considering it was her pride and joy, but she just didn’t have the energy. all she wanted was her bed.
the dorm was quiet as they pushed the door open. yn kicked her shoes off by the door and padded down the hallway, biting her lip as she entered her bedroom.
someone was sitting on her bed.
she would’ve most definitely freaked the fuck out if her brain was actually working and not running off caffeine. the silhouette had broad shoulders, familiar posture, and a phone glowing in its hands.
“keonho?” she groggily whispered, raking a hand through her curls.
he looked up instantly.
and smiled? she couldn’t totally see through the dim glow of her fairy lights.
“hi, baby,” he said.
comfort washed over her at the sound of his voice.
yn crossed the room and dropped all her stuff without a care in the world. keonho barely stood up before she collided into him, arms wrapping tight around his torso, face buried against his chest.
he laughed softly, arms snaking around her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“i missed you,” he murmured into her hair.
yn exhaled. “i needed this.”
“you look so good in my hoodie.”
she pulled back just enough to look up at him. “what are you doing here?”
keonho reached up, gently pushing a curl away from her face. “surprising my girlfriend.”
she stared at him for a second, then let out a breathless laugh. “i’ve been at the studio since like forever.”
“i know,” he said. “minji told me.”
that made her pause. “she did?”
he nodded. “said you were dead tired. so i figured…i’d come see you instead of just texting like an idiot.”
yn’s heart skipped a beat.
keonho was in cortis, who had newly debuted and were gaining crazy attention. his own schedule was super busy and their relationship was mainly late night facetimes and text messages between work.
she melted into him again, forehead pressing against his collarbone. “i don’t think i can stand anymore.”
“i’ve got you, baby,” he replied easily.
they made their way onto the bed, yn sprawling on top of keonho as his arms wrapped around her bare waist under his hoodie she was drowning in.
yn let herself relax.
“how long are you here?” she asked quietly.
“just tonight,” keonho admitted. “we have practice early tomorrow.”
she hummed. “still worth it.”
“always,” he said without hesitation.
her fingers traced lazy patterns on his arms, thumbs brushing over the veins. her eyelids were getting heavier by the second.
keonho noticed immediately. “hey. stay with me.”
she smiled faintly. “trying.”
he carefully brushed his fingers through her curls.
“you did really well today,” he said.
she blinked. “you didn’t even hear it.”
“don’t need to,” he replied. “i know you.”
she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
yn turned her face just enough to kiss his jaw. “stay until i fall asleep,” she asked.
“i will.”
keonho stayed as long as he could before martin was blowing up his phone so much he couldn’t pretend to ignore it. he moved carefully, gently slipping out of her hold. yn pouted slightly in her sleep.
he paused, staring down at the girl, brushing a curl from her cheek.
“i love you,” he whispered, so quietly it was almost a thought.